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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"of course Brother Wolfram i can but i might need help with carrying this armored one" Blake said trying to pick up and help the Knight to the Hospice
 
Brother Nerrik was wandering outside when he heard the sound of the gong. He instantly perked up from his moving meditations and said aloud "There must be a lucha match about to begin. I must make my way there now, I wouldn't want to miss it!" The monk hurried to the source of the tone as quickly as he could.
 
'Hero'

That was what they called him. The 'Hero'. They only one who, even with the gravest of injuries, kept his ground without wavering even outnumbered against the most gruesome of horrors, while all the other 'cowards' broke and ran, were 'rightly' slaughtered for their 'insolence' that they would leave a 'hero' like him to die.

After they had recovered him, healed him, taking care of him enough to wake up, he screamed at every single one who dared to call him hero what really happened. They just told him he was obviousely suffering from dreams induced by the foul sorceries of the leader. He screamed more.
 
I shall see to it, brother.

Brother Vernasus hurriedly makes his way to the lobby and shouts out to a few of the guards.

Gentlemen... kindly tell everyone that dinner is being served and their presence is required in the grand banquet chamber. We have a few new guests scattered around the temple tonight, so be sure to politely show them the way, lest they find themselves lost.

With that, Brother Vernasus entered the grand banquet hall, sitting quietly at the great round table and sipping a bottle of sweet wine, as he waits for others to join him.

Gods, what a strange day...
 
Korsarro nods, once again saluting with Zatos arm "Sure thing Boss." Korsarro darts out of the room, the mud of his previous running around clearly evident as he searches for a nearby guard. Finding a buff man wearing what passed for a maids uniform in stranger parts of the world. he kicks the guards shin from the side, darting around to the front of him and looking up as the guard bends slightly. "Wolfram has an artifact that needs collecting, send some guards to that empty room Brother Johnson has been using for his research... also make sure they're capable of heavy lifting. And dont mind blood. Or raw meat." Korsarro grins and runs off again before the guard can reply, dashing from one long hallway to the next as he comes to the Banquet Hall and takes a seat at the usual table, enjoying the fact he was still as dirty and blade covered as ever he places Zatos arm on the table. Giggling quietly to himself as he gulped down some of the honey-mead that the Temple was famous for.
 
Hearing the summons, Valetni tosses the third duck into the shed, wipes his hands off and heads in the general direction. If his results were accurate, the shed would be habitable again by the following morning, such a joyous occasion for one dedicated to cleaning. Valetni's good humor does not last long, as he spies the damage done to his precious carpets. Fortunately, he has just the thing to deal with that after the evening meal. He pats the inside of his habit, to make certain that a certain bottle was still in his possession.
 
Mary finishes her honeycomb just as she hears the dinner gong sound, she wanders back into the kitchen to wash her sticky hands, last time she got told off for eating with dirty hands and she doesn't want it to happen again...

"Wash-wash"

she looks down at the small ducks following her

"Sorry Quacks, but Brother Valetni says you aren't supposed to eat in the Dinner Hall"

she grabs on of the empty sacks left over from Zato's cooking and lays it down inside a cupboard, she carefully picks up each duck, telling them.

"You can sleep here, just don't make a mess and be quiet"

she moves a jug between the door and the cupboard to stop it from closing and rushes off to the dining hall.
 
Brother Vernasus quickly picks the severed arm up off the table and beats Korsarro about the head with it before tossing it into a dark corner of the room.

You ever do that again, and I'll leave you with more than bruises.
 
Brother Nerrik runs into the dining hall, fully expecting to witness the middle of a epic honorable battle between two luchadors. What he finds however is a long table covered with bowls of stew. While initially a bit depressed about this turn of events, his hunger finally hits him and he takes a seat at the table happily.

He chuckles a bit at the dark comedy routine put on by Brothers Vernasus and Korsarro.
 
Arngeirr is approached by a man he recognizes to be a temple guard. As the man informs him that dinner is to be served in the banquet hall, Arngeirr is pulled from his reverie. He had been pondering the nature of his mission in travelling to the Forbidden Temple for the sake of his huge father. The monks here were certainly eccentric, but the ones he had met were right honorable gentleman.

The guard turns and motions for Arngeirr to make his way to the huge temple before heading off, sweeping the ground for any stragglers. Arngeirr thanks him heartily and begins the march back to the monastery. As he makes his way inside, he runs into another of the guardsmen, and after a short chat about the joviality of the gentleman monks of Buzzia, Arngeirr is directed to the great banquet hall. He soon makes his way there, and upon entering the fine dining hall he sees the brothers sitting at the huge roundtable, sipping from bottles of wine and mead. Arngeirr greets his new gentlemen friends and takes a seat beside them, testing the mead seat at the table as he does.

"I say old bean," begins Arngeirr, "I do hope the other fine gentlemen hurry to this huge feast. It was a long journey to reach this sacred temple to Buzzia and I am rightly famished. I am Arngeirr and my hunger is huge!"
 
after getting the knight onto one of the beds in the Hospice, Blake hears the sound of a gong ringing throughout the halls.

"must be dinnertime, hopefully..." he mutters and goes to one of the guards to be led to the dining hall
 
Demand.

He demanded they bring him the recruiting lists, particularly of the two-hundred men that had been his company, while refusing any and all position of authority that they tried to offer him. He was not a leader, that he had shown.

He read their names, every single one. Over and over again. It took him mere hours to make his decision.
He needed to make amends, needed to redeem himself! He had to walk to every single family of the soldiers, confess and beg for either forgiveness or punishment, nothing would be too hard as not to force upon him! Only this way he maybe could stop seeing their faces whenever he closed his eyes...
 
Al follows quietly behind Vernasus, lost in thought. This temple was quite interesting indeed. The strongest drink he'd ever tasted, followed quickly by multiple demon incursions. He would definitely have to be on his toes. What use would he be to this place if he was felled within a day? Entering the hall and sitting a few seats away from the imposing man, Al stares fixedly at his mug. It would be rude to refuse...tentatively, he takes a sip. Relief floods through his body with the taste of normal wine. He would definitely be avoiding the 'sake' from now on.
 
Brother Vernasus politely welcomes everyone as the make their way to the table.

His skin slowly starts to turn the faintest tint of red as the wine begins to do its job.

Brother Vernasus hiccups, quietly.

Scuse me...
 
Korsarro frowns, covering his head and grunting "AGH. DAMNIT VERNASUS!" he peeks through the gap between his arms at Brother Vernasus "You never let me have any fun" he grumbles, gulping down a large helping of his mead. "Never ever." Damnedable Monks and there damnedable honour codes.
 
Mary fumbles her way through the busy room to her usual seat, she pulled herself up and begins jumping the chair up and down to push it forwards a small "Unff~" escaping her lips as she does so.

she attempts to push her huge sleeves up, but as she goes for the other the first one just rolls back down...

eventually she gives up and taking the mug in both hands, takes a long drink of the strawberry juice in front of her.
 
Al heard the monk grumbling while he dug into his meal. "Perhaps, Brother Tanner, you would do well to have fun in more normal ways. Maybe if you found a way to have fun without someone's severed limb you might have more success." The stew is surprisingly good. He would have to compliment the kitchen staff. The thought is broken off as the single most pure being he has ever seen wanders in. She seems to fairly radiate innocence; he is so awed that the spoon drops from his gauntleted hand with a clang. Startled from his gaping, he recovers his wits. Truly, this girl was the epitome of all he aimed to protect.
 
"I say, young miss!" Arngeirr reaches across to Mary and gently plucks the wine from her tiny hands. "This is not juice fit for a young maiden. I say, could someone find juice appropriate for this young girl?"
 
Zato heard Arngeirr ask about Mary's drink.
"Sir..... the monastery only drinks alcohol. Water is usually contaminated, so it's the only thing that's sterile."
 
she blinks repeatedly

"It tasted funny..."

she goes back to kicking her legs beneath the table and waiting for everyone to arrive.
 
Korsarro shrugs, taking another large gulp, the huge mug almost seeming to swallow his face as he tips it upwards to spill its delicious contents in his mouth, he lets out a large breathe of satisfaction "But that's just not the same, that's like asking the giant at our table to not be huge... or wear trousers." Korsarro blinked as he realised that the giant did indeed have no trousers on his person. "Giant... why are you... trouserless?"
 
Brother Nerrik eats his stew with the gusto befitting a luchador, but with the politeness of a gentleman. He hadn't realized he was this hungry, but the stew filled him easily. "Truly, long journeys, wrestling demons, and playing with little girls are not to be looked down upon in the hunger department."
 
This temple seems to have no end of increasingly massive examples of the male human form. And this one is without pants, as well! "Hello there huge sir. I must mimic the tanner's concerns. Where have your trousers gotten to?"
 
"I say dear Zato, you have been letting this young girl drink alcohol? Have you no fruits for fresh squeezed juice? Bring me some and I shall use my mighty huge muscles to squeeze the juice from them so that dear Mary can dine with us without becoming ill! It is my duty as a gentleman."

Arngeirr harrumph, pleased with his huge and gentlemanly plan. Upon hearing the small monk's question, he turns to his new companion and says, "Dear monks, I am Arngeirr! My huge trousers were defiled by rancid fumes and vomit. But, nevertheless, I always keep these shorts in case such a crisis befalls me, and have been wearing them since dear brother Valetni took my trousers to the wash. It is the gentlemanly thing to do."
 
after a small amount of time Blake finally reached the dining hall, he then pick one of the chairs next to korsarro and sat down to drink some of the alcohol
and eat the stew that was prepared
 
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